Chapter 2
Two
Shade
My office door opens, and Demon walks inside, leaning against the door.
“Brother,” I say, leaning back into my chair.
“Brother, are the books done,” Demon asks, crossing his arms.
Demon is the Prez, and my blood brother. He’s the eldest and is working hard to make the MC the best.
It’s been tough for him since he had to step up into the Prez at such an early age. I know that he’s still trying to prove that he got this.
“Yes, it’s almost done,” I say, nodding.
“Fuckintastic! We’re having Church in the morning, and I want you to give the Brothers an update on our return on investments,” Demon says, pulling out his cigarette box.
He pulls one out, hands me the box, and lights it up. I grab a cigarette and light up, leaning back into the chair.
“No worries, Brother. I’m reviewing it again, and it will be ready by morning. Shadow, Spy, and I have been working hard on the reports,” I say, taking a drag.
“Great, I’m going to get ready. Halo is waiting for me to take her out,” Demons says, rubbing his neck.
“Hey, the MC will not fall apart. Go and relax with your Old Lady,” I say, looking at him.
“Will do. I can’t wait for you to get your Old Lady, because I hate to see you alone,” Demon says, taking a drag.
“I’m good and in no fucking hurry to get the fucking ball and chain,” I say, rolling my eyes.
Hell no!
Not when the one I want got away. Where in the fuck are you?
“Motherfucker, you don’t have a clue about how good it is,” Demon says, smiling.
“Yeah, that’s okay. I’ll wait,” I say, nodding.
“Right. I need to get gone,” Demon says, walking out of the office.
I shake my head and scroll through the reports for the last time. A few minutes later, I lean back into the chair, crossing my arms. I stare at the bottom line, and I can’t help but be proud of what we’ve done.
This year is turning out to be the best. The investments are paying off, and we don’t need to worry about money.
I rub my neck, closing my eyes. I need to get out of here, go on a run, and release some stress. I close the laptop and unplug it. I don’t like leaving it in the office; you just never know.
Yeah, I don’t fucking trust easily, and especially not with the MC’s deets. I’m the fucking Secretary, and it’s my job to protect all of our deets. I also work closely with Shadow, the MC’s Treasurer, and Spy, the MC’s IT.
I’m always in this fucking office or on a run. Yeah, a shade in the room, also because I’m so fucking pale, like a ghost, hence my road name Shade.
I walk out of the office, lock it up, and walk down the hall to the secured steel door. I enter the code and walk inside. I walk up the stairs to the second floor, where my blood Brothers and I have an apartment, our home. The other half of the floor is an apartment for the Miller brothers.
The girls have the third floor, which is a highly secure area. My two sisters, Poison and Candy, are now Old Lady’s to the Wicked Warriors MC Prez and VP. They’re happy and that’s all that matters to me.
I’m the last of the family that’s still free. My Brother Fiend now has an Old Lady and just got engaged, and it makes me happy to see them happy.
I walk to my room, place my laptop on my desk, and take off my Cut, draping it on my wooden chair.
I kick off my boots, jeans, and t-shirt.
I walk to the bathroom, turn on the shower, and step inside, closing my eyes.
The hot water feels good on my back; it’s soothing the tight muscles from sitting all day working.
I wash up, dry off, and get ready to get gone.
I pull on my Cut, grab my Glock, and walk out of my room.
I walk out of our apartment, down the stairs to the main clubhouse.
It’s fucking loud, the music blaring, and the Brothers fucking the club whores.
I look at them, and it’s fucking hot, but I don’t want to fuck a club whore.
It’s like lately I’m burned out on them.
I walk to the bar, lean on the countertop, looking at the Prospect. Prospect walks over, lifting his chin.
“Get me a beer,” I say, looking at my Brothers Menace and Manic.
“Where the fuck are you going, all shiny,” Menace says, raising his brow.
“I need to go on a run to relax,” I say, taking the beer from the Prospect.
“Fucker, let’s go on a run, then to the fucking Hell’s Cave Bar,” Manic says.
“Yeah, sounds good,” I say, taking a pull of beer.
“Let’s go,” Menace says, sliding off the stool.
“Let’s go,” I say, placing the beer on the bar countertop.
We’re walking away and my Brothers Spy and Shadow walk up.
“Hey, where are you going,” Spy says, walking up with Shadow.
“On a run and stopping at Hell’s Cave,” I say, walking away.
“I’m in,” Shadow says.
“Yeah, a run sounds good,” Spy says.
We walk out of the clubhouse, to our bikes, and pull on our gear. I turn on my bike, and the roar and vibration make me smile. My Brothers turn on their bikes, and we ride out of the clubhouse parking lot and onto the road.
The fucking air feels good, it’s warm, and the moon is bright. I love it when the night is so beautiful for the run.
The Hell’s Cave Bar is busy, as always. It’s another business that we own, so the Brothers like to hang out.
We walk into the bar through the back door and stop at the bar. I lean against the bar, looking around at the crowd. Some Brothers are playing pool or drinking at the tables. Many civilians enjoy the biker vibe.
We have hot girls working for us. These are not the club whores, but they do love bikers, just like the strippers at the club.
I pull out my cigarettes from my Cut pocket, grab one, and light up. Shadow takes the box and grabs one.
“The bitches are nice,” Menace says, looking at the group at the juke box.
“Yeah, they are,” I say, nodding.
I look at them, shake my head. I’ve been there, done that. They’re too pimped up, too flashy for my taste. They’re only here to slum it with the Biker, or to catch a biker.
Fuck no!
I’m not their fucking toy.
I don’t want any problems.
I want a girl who’s natural, sweet, down-to-earth, nice tits, and with a warm smile. But in the meantime, I’ll enjoy bitches that know the score.
I’m MC, through blood. You can’t get any more MC bred than me. But I still have my standards.
“Get us a bottle of whiskey and beers,” Spy yells, looking at the girl tending the bar.
It’s Pepper, she lifts her chin, and walks over to the back counter to grab the drinks. I watch her ass, it’s nice. She’s a pretty girl, I enjoy hooking up with her, but she’s trouble. I know that she wants more. She returns and sets the bottle and beer on the bar countertop.
“Shade, is there anything else I can get you,” Pepper says, leaning on the bar countertop, resting her full breasts on her arms.
The tight white tank top clings to her barless tits. My mouth waters, and I want her.
“Of fuckincourse you can come over here,” I say, looking at her tight nipples.
“Kay,” Pepper says, looking at the other girl. “I’ll be back.”
Pepper walks out from behind the bar and walks to me. I wrap my arm around her and pull her to the small storage area, pushing her up against the door.
“It’s been a while,” Pepper says, moving her hand to undo my jeans. She pulls out my hard cock, sliding her hand.
“Did you miss me,” I ask, pulling off her short white tank top.
I grab her tits, licking and sucking her tight nipples. I move my hand under her short skirt, hooking my finger on the small thong and tearing it off. I rub her flesh.
“Oh, yes,” Pepper says, moaning.
I pull out the condom from my jeans, tear it open with my teeth, and roll it on.
I rub my cock at her entrance and slide my head in and out.
“Oh, stop teasing,” Pepper says.
I slam into her, fucking her fast. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I rub her swollen flesh. She comes fast, and I explode.
“Shade, you’re so damn good,” Pepper says, holding onto my shoulders.
“Glad you enjoy my cock,” I say, sliding out.
I take off the condom and throw it in the trash can.
“Can we hook up again,” Pepper asks, pulling on her tank top.
“Maybe,” I say, nodding.
“After work,” Pepper asks, looking at me.
“No, I don’t know when. Pepper, you know this is just a hook up,” I say, raising my brow.
“Ah, yes,” Pepper says, forcing a smile.
“Okay, get to work,” I say, opening the door.
She walks out, and I follow her, watching her ass.
Next morning.
“Mama Bear, thanks for the coffee and cookies,” I say, tucking my tablet under my arm.
“Shade, you should have some breakfast. It’s almost ready,” Mama Bear says, holding the kitchen towel.
“Mama Bear, I can’t. I have Church,” I say, taking a drink of coffee.
“Okay, I’ll save you an egg sandwich,” Mama Bear says.
“Sounds good,” I say, nodding.
Mama Bear is very special to me; she’s like a mom, always taking care of us since we were young.
Mama Bear is the prior VP, Grizzly’s Old Lady. Grizzly is in the Pen for life for killing an MC’s rival VP ten years ago. Grizzly killed Stoner, the Wicked Warriors MC VP, in retaliation for their Prez killing Cox, my Dad.
It was hell because I lost my Dad, Cox, the Satan’s Warriors MC’s Prez, and my Mom ran off. It was Dad’s fault for fucking the Wicked Warriors MC Prez Old Lady. Now, both Crash and Grizzly are in the Pen.
That was a dark time in my life. But now both MC’s have a truce, enforced by the marriages of our blood brothers and sisters.
That’s fucking amazing.
I walk across the main clubhouse to the secured steel door. Only the Brothers, Mama Bear, and sisters can get inside this area. I enter the code, open the door, and walk down the hallway to the Chapel.
I enter, look around at the Brothers, and take a seat.
“Brothers,” I say, lifting my chin.
“Hey, morning, hi,” the Brothers say.
Prez and VP walk into the Chapel and take their seats.
“Brothers! It’s a fucking beautiful morning,” VP yells, slamming his hand on the table.
We glare at him since it’s fucking six in the morning, too early.
“Good morning, morning, hey, yeah,” The Brothers says, nodding.
I roll my eyes and take a drink of my coffee. Sometimes Demon and Diablo are too much. I roll my shoulders and lean back into my chair.
“Brothers! Church is in session! This is a great morning! We have scratch for you,” Demon says, slamming the gavel.
“Shade, give us the deets,” Diablo says, crossing his arms.
I grab my tablet, slide my fingers, and start giving them the numbers.
“That means that we’re getting a great return on investment. This is from our legit and other investments. Of course, we are distributing twenty-five percent of the return. We’re investing the rest,” I say, looking around the room.
“How much?” Diablo asks, raising his brow.
“Brothers, I want to have a vote first. I want to know if you want to get half of your share and invest the rest,” Demon asks, looking around the room.
“It has to be all in investing half,” I say, looking at the Brothers.
“Tell us how much,” Fiend says.
“If we invest half of our share, we could grow our investments,” I say, looking around.
“We can’t decide if we don’t know how much,” Killer says, gathering his brows.
“Give us the numbers,” Demon says, lifting his chin.
“We each get five hundred thousand dollars, plus, Mama Bear and the girls will get their share,” I say, looking around.
“Wow! Whoa! Fuck! Seriously! Oh yeah,” The Brothers says, nodding.
“We’re taking a vote,” Demon says.
“Take half. Any yea,” Diablo says.
“If you want all of it, I suggest that you really think about what you’re going to do with it. We don’t know how often we will get this huge amount of money,” Demon says, looking around the room.
“Well, fuck! Any nays,” Diablo says.
“Nay,” the Brothers yell.
“Fuckintastic! Shade, send the Brothers the scratch to their bank accounts along with the statements,” Demon says, nodding.
“Will do,” I say, sliding my finger over the tablet.
“On another note! This shit is serious! The motherfucker Satanic Bastards MC are still causing chaos in our turf. Additional girls have been taken, and I fucking don’t like it.
Plus, we need to fucking get revenge for what they did to Fiend.
The fuckers fully intended to kill our Brothers,” Demon shouts, slamming his fist on the table.
“The runs need to continue as scheduled. We want 24/7 scouting in the downtown area for the fuckers,” Diablo says.
“If we don’t fucking catch them in our turf, we might have to go to their clubhouse and set them straight,” Demon growls, gathering his brows.
“Damn straight,” Diablo says.
“Do we have updates on the Mad Dogs whelps,” Demon asks.
“Updates look promising. The Brothers report that they’re excited to learn and work with us. They’re taking all instructions and are performing well. So far, they look promising,” Diablo says.
“I want the little shits to learn to scout and to gather information in the underworld. But I want them to distribute the weed to our clients,” Demons says, nodding.
“The new schedule has been sent out. New Brothers this week to monitor the whelps,” Demons says, nodding.
“Fuckintastic! Brothers, Church is over! Satan’s Warriors power,” Demon yells, standing.
“Riding till we die,” the Brothers yell, pumping their fists.